Title: How To Woo Stork

Disclaimer: I own this like I have self control...-grins-and I don't.

Summary: Finn, trying to find a way to get Stork to really notice him, tries to come up with a plan. But, when that fails, the other Storm Hawks come to the rescue. Though, will Stork's paranoia cause him to realize what is going on?

Warnings: Slash, guy-on-guy, yaoi...whatever you call it, it's happenin', my grammar/ spellin', OOC-ness, will get graphic later, maybe, I dunno, and quite possibly, anythin' I can think of, and any ideas ya'll have.

Side notes: New to the whole Storm Hawks thing, but hopelessly addicted. If some things are messed up, and/or missing, that's why.

Thoughts

Chapter Eighteen

Finn smiled when he felt how much Stork had tensed when he shifted his hands, knowing that there would only be one way to get him to relax. He pressed down firmly on the merb's shoulders, hoping to keep his teammate from running at the first given opportunity. He slowly began to knead the muscles, feeling the jittery pilot tense even more.

"Just calm down, Stork," Finn whispered in his ear, smirking. "It's just a massage."

"I-It's never-"

"Don't you trust me?" Stork paused for a second longer than the blonde would have liked. When Finn went to say something though, the merb spoke up.

"I-I trust you..." he replied.

"See? So no need to get all stiff. ...Unless a different part of you wants to stiffen up, then it's fine with me." Stork blushed furiously as Finn whispered the last sentence hotly into his ear, sending chills down his spine. The blonde began to massage him with a bit more pressure, feeling the taut muscles unwind a bit. "Much better, huh?"

A soft murmur came from Stork, who began to melt under Finn's fingers. The blonde smiled widely once he realized what was happening. He then shifted his right hand to the merb's curved neck. A soft sigh came from the pilot as his neck began to receive the same treatment as his shoulders. The blonde's other hand slipped down from his shoulder to the middle of his spine, rubbing small, soothing circles as he made his way to the center of his back. The pilot relaxed a bit more, leaning into the sharpshooter's hands.

Stork moaned gently as Finn began to let his fingers roam along his green skin, loosening all of the tension that was there. Soon, the merb was completely relaxed, almost to the point of fully sinking into the water.

"Feeling better, Stork?" Finn asked, looking at his friend. Half closed eyes looked him before the merb nodded slowly. "Good! Now, we're going to have to get out of here, soon. ...I'm getting all prune-y. And no one likes a prune-y Finn...especially not me." A soft chuckle came from Stork, who was smiling slightly at the blonde. "What?"

"N-nothing, Finn," he replied, still chuckling.

"Oh, no you don't, Stork!" the blonde replied, tightly wrapping his arms around Stork's waist, holding him close. "You're going to tell me why you started to laugh!"

"N-never!"

Finn grinned while Stork tried to break away, still chuckling. The blonde began to wiggle his fingers in quick motions, tickling the merb slightly as he searched for his weak spot. He grinned evilly when he felt Stork flinch greatly when he tickled the highest point of his sides.

"Surrender?" Finn asked as he ruthlessly tickled Stork. The merb continued to laugh as he shook his head, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "Come on, Stork! Tell me, already!" Again, the pilot shook his head, refusing to give in to the blonde's demands. "Will you give in if I beg?" He got the same response and the sharpshooter frowned.

His face lit up as he came up with an idea. "How's about I get Piper to make you a whole bunch of sandcakes?" This made Stork pause, tears streaming down his face as he still laughed. "A whole bunch!" The green teenager seemed to ponder this as his breathing became more frantic as he laughed. Quickly, deciding that air and sandcakes were worth it, the merb nodded.

Almost instantly, Finn stopped tickling him, listening to the ragged breathing of Stork as the laughter slowly died down. The merb wiped at his eyes with the back of his hands, wiping away the tears from his face. The blonde just stood there, his arms still around his waist as he smiled, waiting patiently.

"So?" Finn asked once Stork could breathe properly again. "What was so funny?"

Stork grinned sheepishly before looking around furtively. "It's...well...not that...decent...of a thought," he muttered.

"Come on, Stork! That makes it even more interesting! Now I have to know what dirty, little thoughts are running through your head!"

"Well...you said that you are getting all prune-y...and, well...if you are all prune-y...then...umm...you would be right...no one likes a prune-y Finn."

Realization at what Stork was eluding to settle on Finn's face, his eyes widening. "Well, I'll be! You're a closeted pervert, Stork! ...Now, we've just got to get you to speak your twisted, in a good way, mind."

"W-we've?! Wh-who's the 'we'?!"

"Well, the others are going to love to hear about this."

"What?! N-no!"

"Why not? It'd help Piper know why she's got to make a ton of sandcakes. Come on, they'd love to hear this!"

"Th-they don't need to know... It'd be best if they didn't know..."

"But why not?" Finn pouted at the merb, giving him the most pitiful puppy-dog eyes that he could. Seeing this, Stork winced, but was determined to keep this a secret from the others.

"Let's just keep this a secret between you and me."

"...Hmm...fine. On one condition, though." This can't be good, Stork thought. But it couldn't possibly be any worse... He nodded anyways, hoping that Finn wouldn't make him do anything degrading in return.

"What's the condition?"

"That you tell me about all of those dirty thoughts as they cross your mind." Well, it could have been worse... I think... "Like that idea any better?"

"...A little."

"Well, lets make it official."

"...Huh? ...How would this be made official? ...Do we have to make a contract?"

"No, Stork. It's much simpler."

"Then how...?"

"We'll seal the deal with a kiss!"

"...I should have guessed as much."

"Should have, but didn't. ...So you ready?"

"...Do I have much of a choice?"

"Of course you do!"

"...Then, yes, I'm ready."

"Well, pucker up, baby!"

End of Chapter Eighteen

Review for more. Okay, who nearly died watchin' "InFinnity"? Finn and Stork were just too adorable in that one. -Snickers-An' I think they're all makin' Stork the musician...first the ukulele(or somethin' or other)...now a keyboard!

Thanks for reviewing:

Me1ii: -Laughs-True!

Dotskip317: -Grins-Well, we'll keep goin' 'til I can think of an endin'...an so far, no such luck.

Linnsche: -Laughs-That sucks. That he is!

Beemo: -Grins-Well, ya know where he's takin' it, now.

Mattie Scary: I'm passin' too...I think... -Smiles-Ain't it?

horribly random: Well, here ya go, sweetie.

Icy Rage: Thanks. Here's the next one.